141 Sand Sculpture (2/2)

”The first group of people will arrive in five days.”

”Then we'll just have to endure for five days.” Roland thought about it and said, ”It's best for all four of us to stay together in the next few days. Let's meet at the dock. I'm going to the Magic Tower first to turn over some things, I'll be there later.”

”Then I'll go back to the Church of Life first and pack up.”

Then the four of them dispersed for the time being. Roland returned to the Magic Tower, rang the golden bell, gathered everyone together, and said, ”I'll be staying to the docks outside the city for a while in the next few days. Vivian, later on, you will invite Aldo over to oversee the Magic Tower, and remember, just say that it was my request, and if he refuses, then what I promised him before will no longer apply.”

The crowd of magic apprentices was stunned, then they all started talking at once.

”Deputy Chairman, don't drive us away from you. Whoever has a problem with you has a problem with the Magic Tower. Who are we, the Magic Tower, afraid of?”

”Yeah, Deputy Chairman, don't go. We'll fight together if something happens. Although our families are all small noble families, united, we're still a little reputable.”

Vivian said, ”Deputy Chairman, you leave us out every time something happens, we're quite unhappy like this.”

The two newest young arrivals were a bit overwhelmed.

Roland laughed. ”It can't be helped. You guys just failed to meet expectations! If all of you were official mages, I'd stay here.”

The group of magic apprentices was all embarrassed after hearing this, but although Roland's words were unpleasant to hear, they didn't feel offended at all.

After all, they really failed to meet expectations.

Roland looked toward Vivian. ”I trust you the most—remember, be sure to tell the chairman exactly what I just said, understand?”

Roland's expression was very solemn, and Vivian could only nod her head helplessly.

Not long after, Roland left the Magic Tower and went directly to the docks outside the city.

A curfew was a rule that didn't exist for spellcasters. And it seemed that the general guarding the city hadn't received the message from the mayor, so without any hesitation, he let Roland out of the city, and then Jett also walked out of the gate.

An iron black basin of charcoal glowed red in the highest and largest wooden square-towered building on the docks, and a larger, wooden basin of freshwater held this iron basin in it.

When lighting a fire inside a cabin, it was necessary to take precautions against widespread fire.

And on top of the charcoal basin, there was a pot with a variety of ingredients boiling in it.

The aromatic flavor of the hot pot soup base permeated the air.

Roland, Hawk, Link, and Jett each sat in one orientation, chatting while browsing the forums.

Browsing the forums, Link suddenly laughed. ”Hahaha, Roland's an idiot.”

This sudden insult almost broke everyone's backs.

Link's eyes turned away and he covered his mouth and snickered. ”In the picture section, there's a highlighted post, check it out for yourself.”

Roland clicked in and quickly found the post, and sure enough!

It was indeed ”Roland's an idiot[1].”

It was a sculpture made of sand.

[1] Sha Diao, sand sculpture, a homonym of idiot